The steering wheel juddered,
I held on tight as a sudden wind,
Moved the lorry across the lane,
The tunnel ahead inviting us in again.
🚚
Dark inside, silent and still.
The lorry ahead no longer visible.
Lights failed and the tarmac gone,
This tunnel was different from the other one.
🚚
Engine failing, now the sounds changing,
A distant roaring, and a lurch.
No control did my cab offer me now,
We were at the mercy of another, but how?
🚚
Bones up ahead, in lines along the wall,
Floor to ceiling in, dare I say, like ribs.
Ridiculous; I must be drunk or it’s a trick,
It feels like I’m inside that fiction Moby Dick.
🐳🦖
So good to be back!!😉
I love it❤️
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Thank you darling. Missed you .. shall buy book tomorrow in town x
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I received mine on Thursday but didn’t start reading yet.happy Saturday 😀
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Now in town .. heading towards Waterstone or WHS
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In Ireland couldn’t find it .not republished since 2014.I had to order it through amazon
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Fiddlesticks… hope it will be worth it 🤪🦋
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I’m sure it will😀
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The long drive can be mesmerizing. Loved your poem! Creative and fun! 🙂
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Thanks Patty! Want to get back to writing x
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